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Wednesday, March 02, 2016

Musings~

'A flower was offered to me’ it has dried up now with seasons changingat times it makes me restless- just for a moment; but strangely the lump hurts very little today. Is that what getting old is?Time is a scummy sea...The baggage crushes a man for the rest of life It's not worth keeping, I decide. I lean towards the table, andwithout averting my eyes, and pull out the withered bud. Start tearing it into shreds... silence booms a final thudding stillness. I open the door quietly toss out the grieving shreds ... --ah, an auspicious de-clutter makes living immeasurably precious.It's a release..., or, so it feels.No hate/baggage is worthy of conserving...Meanwhile...Around hardness of my heart...I realize,

LOL...I think people have some trouble with swallowing depression... for it is always there.. even when not solicited. :))))) I killed it mercilessly....It's almost midnight in my part of the world...so, wishing you a happy Thursday and a good night, Gellina! Thank you and lots of love!

I really enjoyed this poem, Panchali...and like Sherry know it is fiction. You wrote with such emotion though. I could almost picture her standing there being ready to shred the flower. Sometimes it does feel good to 'de-clutter' especially when the relationship is over!

If only one could grab the withered bud as you did with ease,life would be the better.But the buds remain inaccessible deep in the crevices of heart or mind that they hurt at their chosen moments!!The poem is soothingly refreshing.